slow-motion collision

 

glimpse of you in the distance

signs warning of traffic conditions

swerving to avoid pedestrians

glasses hooked on the tail fin  

 

bodies with velocity taken

pulling at it seams like we’re children

without a seat inspection

we’re meat for vultures circling

 

arms reach out to trace

for something to embrace

mouths start to shake

involuntarily salivating 

 

drawn to this body with a force

that failed the physics course

somehow we find the soft parts

to cushion us from the crash

 

resting now settled

tomorrow we clean up the wreckage

together on life support

wrapped up like a sandwich